Did I ever tell you the story of how Maris bought me jewelery and sent it to my apartment without a warning and I thought someone stole my identity in order to send me presents? I’m sure I have… Anyways, the point of that is – I jump to conclusions.
Now, to what this post is really about. Kamel and I spent Christmas in Seattle with my family and we had a few holiday events planned so I brought a variety of jewelery (ok, 90% of the jewelery that I own because I am accessory disabled). I had a cuff that Claire bought me for my birthday, a tear drop pearl necklace that I wore for sr. prom, and my big tourquoise pendant. When we were packing up I was just tossing all of the loose stuff (face powder, eyelash curler, and various jewelery) into the pockets of our carry ons, and then when we got to the airport we had to check them since we were also flying back with Nordstrom bags full of presents.
When we went to unpack the bags I noticed that all of my jewelery and some of my makeup was gone. Of course, I blamed Kamel (in my mind.. and then later outloud) for putting it away in the wrong place. I just assumed it was shoved into some drawer with my socks or something so I kind of forgot about it, thinking I would bother him about it later.
But then I needed to pack for Alt. And I was scrambling for the few accessories I have, insisting that Kamel had put them somewhere even if he didn’t remember ever seeing them. He kept asking me if I had left them in Seattle, and I kept asking him where he had squirreled them away. Old luggage was dragged out of our closet, pockets were checked and checked again, to no avail. The jewelery was lost. Stolen even. I was sure that because I had put them into the outside pocked of one of the carry ons that a baggage handler had simply unzipped and swiped all of the contents. Kamel thought maybe they had fallen out.
So I went to Alt, and ever since Alt, I have been mourning my jewelery, trying to come to grips that all of my best stuff has been swept away and now I need to start rebuilding (I know, three pieces and I fall apart… but really, it’s all that hangs on my jewelery tree, without it I have nothing). I went through all the steps of grief. First I was in denial, searching all of the bags, then I was pissed – How could they DO this? And now all of my stuff is just GONE. Then I was sad and then, eventually, I had moved on to acceptance. Nothing to do about it now, let’s just look for new accessories. Sigh.
Until Tuesday morning when Kamel was getting his stuff ready for work. He was in the living room and I was in the bedroom when I heard him call out, “Lauren! I just LOVE how you look for things!!” and then he started laughing. I call innocently back, “Whaaat?” when he stomps in and tosses a handful of my STOLEN jewelery onto the bed.
“It was in the computer bag ALL ALONG. The computer bag YOU USE.”
“Weeee!!!” I exclaimed.
“How could you not have seen it?”
“I dunno… I didn’t look?”
“Those poor baggage handles,” he said, “With all of that blame being placed upon them.”